Deimos had never really had anything against Eros or his Erote brothers, however much the rest of the pantheon may not have liked them. It made him laugh to hear about the unlikely matchups that resulted, and the feuding afterwards. He was Ares' child, after all.

So he agreed to meet Eros for a drink. It couldn't hurt, and it wasn't like he had anything better to do, what with Phobos being so quiet. Bastard. He got there first and ordered whiskey, one quirk of his eyebrow inspiring the bartender to leave the bottle at his table.